I’m not gonna go haywire with the hell puns. Just gonna say that this is a one-of-a-kind joint for lunch or breakfast.

People right away notice the decorum; steer skulls painted bright red. Crows roosting in a dead tree in the corner. Downright entertaining. Gimmickry? No, don’t be deterred; you came for a good meal firstly, and you’ll get that at Hell’s Kitchen. The chef and owner have utmost confidence in the food, and rightly so. The classic BLT makes bold statement with the addition of deep-fried walleye. Yeah, that’s right, walleye, I said it! My buddy Jay shrugged , gave it a try and quickly downed the whole sandwich. I ordered the huevos rancheros. This isn’t a mushy mass of eggs, beans and cheese, hell no! (Whoops, let one slide there.) These huevos stand tall atop a crisp, flaky tostada. And fresh, burst-in-your-mouth grape tomatoes are king of this mountain. I’ll never enjoy the dish anymore, anywhere else unless it’s served this way.

There were far more breakfast and lunch dishes that I will have to try, like the native-inspired Mahnomin Porridge and the bloody mary. I’ll be going to Hell again soon.

I have eaten at Hell’s Kitchen a few times and I have enjoyed every meal throughly. I find the decor fun and the pajamaed servers a hoot. The first time I went there it was full of Episcopalian Priests, it was quite the sight to see. Really though eating there is all about the food, if I lived closer I would be there at least once or twice a month. A tip for those interested: Aways make reservations for Sunday brunch. (As we were leaving today there was a one and a half hour to two hour wait to get in.)